Into the Future Tag
Here are the rules:
This is the chance for you to imagine what life would be like for your muse in their future (Between 15-20 years depending on preference). Based off of your character’s storyline now, make a reasonable hypothesis and write a passage on how you believe life will eventually end up.
Things to add:
- Future faceclaim (to depict how your character has aged)
- Place of Residence
- Marital status
- Parental status
- Financial & job status
- Friendships (lasting or passing)
- Emotional state/growth
- Changes in opinions/beliefs (optional)
- Aspirations achieved (optional)
Tag as many people as you’d like at the end of your post, and be creative!
(Future Faceclaim: Linda Evangelista)
It had been fifteen years since the Ministry’s suspension, the affairs, and the pregnancy. All of it became swept up in the passage of time, recounted as an age of turmoil, but then a slow reconciliation with what the Countess once was and what she became. She was 28 in 1330; now in 1345 at the age of 43, the torn fragmants of a future all pieced together in the masterpiece of a simpler life. She never parted the evergreen expanse of lush hills and forests, murky lakes, and the towering snow-capped mountains encapsulated within Kessex Hills, but now she resigns within the valley where a modest home overlooks the shores - a beautiful cottage. There, she spends her time tending to a tidy garden and writing from sunrise to sunset, accompanied by a motley crew of drakehounds, her children, and a collection of novels fitting of a bibliophile. What she once saw as tedious now became a luxury unsquandered.
Besnik never married, but the continuous companionship of the man who her son called father was all she needed. Aerelm had become a figure she never expected nor’ deserved at the time when she needed it most. Together they bought furniture and toys, visited physicians, and fawned over the idea of eloping - though it all fell into a simple fantasy, never formatted correctly with the vision of their lives. When their boy was born, they were at a loss of what to name him. They spent weeks with their child arguing over how the Six would bless him into the world as a Krytan or an Orrian. At last, when the frustration seemed unbearable, it was deliverence as his godfather Valentin held the babe in his arms and called him an angel. Angel fit him nicely. Aerelm learned years later about the falsehood of his paternity, and when he distanced himself from both Besnik and his son it waged a grievance for both sides, but their reconciliation was soon to follow. They never told Angel the truth, and they never would.
Lanie grew up as beautifully as her brother did. At 19 the world is prosperous for her, and her ambition is akin to the kind Besnik imbued into the young woman. In truth, the similarities she possesses with her daughter scares her, and it urges her to act protective more than when it is necessary. They fight as families do, but in the end their bond is as everlasting as the kinship of her oldest and greatest friend Aurora. On almost every occasion, their families convene to celebrate with one another, rain or shine. Their knack for trouble always reemerges when reunited with the socialte Luxelen, and the stories simply become more unbelievable as their friendship endures; it will last likely till their deaths. However brief their meetings are, Besnik and Elessar endure the persistant awkwardness of their encounters when in public, but in private they act as old friends do all with the familiarity that goes beyond what is construed as platonic - but they only dance that forbidden line.
The Countess and her cousin live a relationship which is even more complicated. Their quarralsome behavior became habitual at one point, and their bickering has never been more frequent since. That is not to say their love has ever faltered, for the complaints and ragging all stemmed from the utmost concern for one another. Eventually, Besnik withdrew her position as matriarch of their house while keeping her title, and the Lord Lovine spearheaded a more revolutionary age for the family’s company and customs. Sometimes his idealism runs too far, however, and she is quick to reel in his fantasies. Besnik stepped down as Vice-Legate too after years of periodic bickering between her fellow politicians, but she never departed from the extravagent “Great Krytan Game”. While her emergence in Court is more sporadic now, she still frequents the headlines of most Krytan rags no matter how hard she tries. Her life is comfortable with wealth in money, family and friendship.
In the end, Besnik has grown from the mousy girl caught in a life alien to her childhood into a woman whose dominance over many realms of her lifestyle remains unfaltering. No matter the scandals, the deception, or the misgivings confronted in her journey, her core principles never succumbed to hardship. She’s now less vulgar, and exhudes an air of self-control respected by her breed. Sometimes she feels overwhelmed or afraid of what’s to come or what she’s endured, but there is never a moment she feels alone anymore. There is never a moment she feels unfulfilled.
Besnik no longer runs from happiness. In the end, she has learned to hope. She is blessed by its virtue.